War God Asura

But now that the dusty throne is sleeping, Xing Jue really has no choice, but as long as he thinks that even if someone else is here, it is impossible to sit on the dusty throne, and Xing Jue no longer worry about the city lord being taken away by others.

After repairing the enchantment, he quietly returned to his iron prison with Xiaolian, and the master and servant fell into a deep sleep without any worries.

In the early morning of the next day, when Xing Jue and Xiao Lian were still asleep in the dungeon, the king's city had been opened by the four elders.

Under the leadership of the four-phase elders of Tiandi Xuanhuang, nearly one hundred elders and thirty disciples from the four camps came to the main hall.

These disciples are the best disciples of the four camps, but most of them are just the strength of the elementary Shura Wuzun.

In addition to Tianzhong who is a high-level Asura Wuzun, there are only two middle-level Asura Wuzun, and they have just broken through recently.

Compared with the younger generation of disciples, the strength of the elders is relatively high. Except for the four elders of Heaven, Earth, Xuanhuang and Huang, the other elders are also at the level of the Asura Martial God.

It's just that such a sharp contrast proves one thing more, that is, the dusty king city is indeed no successor, and it needs a lot of new blood to integrate, otherwise it will really go on a strange road.

"Now I have sealed the city in dust. Although Tianzhong is acting as the lord of the city, the throne is a measure of whether a person is eligible to be a city lord.

"Today, you are fortunate to be here. It is the trust that King City has placed in you. No matter who can be recognized by Lord Throne, then the seat of City Lord is yours." Elder Tianxiang, facing the neatly standing three The ten disciples said loudly.

"This is a rare opportunity. If you are confident, go."

Elder Xuanxiang waved his hands at the thirty disciples, motioning for them to try to get close to the dusty throne and win its approval.

However, there is a trace of regret on his old man's face, and this regret is naturally because Xing will not be able to participate in this rare opportunity.

As soon as Elder Xuanxiang finished speaking, a disciple of Xuanying came out first, and at this moment, he also became the focus of attention of the whole place.

"Disciple Huang Se, pay homage to Lord Throne!" The disciple came down the steps, knelt to the ground first, and snapped his head to the dust-covered throne three times.

And this is the rule of the Dust-Seal King City. The position of the Dust-Seal Throne in the Dust-Seal King City is not trivial, even more important than the city lord. Both elders and disciples must respect him as an adult.

Before approaching the dusty throne and wanting to sit on him, he must first bow to him to confess his disrespect.

After kowtow, the disciple stood up, raised his left foot solemnly, ready to wait for the steps.

"Om"

But when his raised left foot was half a foot away from the first step, he couldn't fall, as if he had guessed an invisible barrier and stopped there.

Seeing such a scene, all the elders present shook their heads in disappointment, while the remaining twenty-nine disciples all gloated with misfortune, and some even raised mocking smiles at the corners of their mouths.